shift

For one reason or another, there’s been a shift in my vibe. I haven’t pinpointed the exact catalysts for this shift, though it definitely has to do with all the different interactions I’ve been having lately, also the subtle changes in routine that have been arising. Ever have this feeling of just imposter syndrome? Where you just don’t think you’re good enough at something? I’ve reached a breakthrough finally with all the different people I’ve met and shared my art with, encouraging me and acknowledging me. Now it’s just time to do the work. To blood sweat and tears, to chisel away at this enormous block of letters, and pound those keys day in day out.

at some point in time, I thought, man, I haven’t got enough direction, I’m not creating enough, I’m not focused, then I’d have people around me, tell me the same thing. So, maybe it started to become true because that’s what I started to believe. Then someone once told me too, not to take advice from those who haven’t even walked the path. Then as I began to have more interactions and just thanking and appreciating the poets and writers around me, the words they shared with me bolstered me up. Made me feel accepted as a budding writer. Now I’m not so afraid or fearful that my writing is garbage. And even if it was or is garbage, who cares, we’re progressing forward swimming in trashed words! one person’s trash is another person’s treasure! fuck it!